I went home and told Kat who called to see if things were alright and was informed yes now that she payed the blackmail started crying and hung up.. ...My wife has make many VIP people cause of her thing so we were on the guest list at the county club for the poker event. It was a big deal rich people old money and formal dress. As we walked around talking I spot the sister in law and her very rich husband I point her out to Kat and we both keep a eye on her, it seems she was working the event. So he'd decided then and there to stay and try to make a fresh start, take his time looking around, and if he liked what he saw settle in. Now, being a little shy, he still didn't know anyone. But this singles bar was the one place he could go to get out of that drab furnished apartment he rented by the month, and who could tell? This particular evening he was glancing down the bar to his right at a dark-haired girl in a green silk breast-hugging blouse, wondering if those small bulges. I read down to your pussy lips, already puffy with passion, and gently hold them apart. I can smell the intensity of your arousal. Slowly, teasingly, I run my tongue over your slit, tasting your sweet juices. You moan, involuntarily, as I lick your damp pussy from back to front and back again. Pulling your hood back with my fingers, I touch my tongue to your clit for the first time. You gasp, and my cock pops out of your mouth as you sit back, pressing your crotch to my face. Your hips begin to. ”“Tell me about him.”“He is good-looking, wavy hair, Nice eyes, and very friendly. Cute butt.”“Hey, Mom, you’re not such a prude after all.“Very funny.”“Does he talk to you?” John asked.“Sometimes.”“Do you think he will ask you out?”I giggled. Even the thought of him asking me out was funny, “Oh my goodness, no. He is way too young and married. He’s just eye candy.”“What would you do if he were not married and asked you out?”“He can’t be more than twenty-five. Why would he ask a.